• It's that scrunched up tutu you wear to every dance practice.
    The blue lipstick little girls place on their lips

    It has the taste of the liquid aftermath left down in the bottom of a blue-raspberry snow cone.
    The light drops of rain splashing in shallow puddles on country roads.

    It's that foggy smell after a cold winter rain,
    Splashing a sound of loneliness.

    That dismal, icy feeling that covers your heart.
    The color of the rubber band holding their single breath together.

    Blue is the deep dismal sky being covered by silver outlined clouds on a rainy day.
    It's that last piece of ribbon resting in the bottom of the Christmas box.

    It's the hidden elastic within the sweat pants you curl up into,
    That last piece of construction paper radiating tranquility.

    It feels sad, involving a pinch to awaken you back, lost in thought.
    It's the icy case surrounding your heart, trampled on by someone equally detached.

    Blue is that place which surround you,
    Fixating on a total darkness.

    Blue is the color that appears as you drift into the forever slumber,
    Surround you in a portal before your journey to a forever twilight.